The Flyers approached game 5 poorly and incorrectly. After losing two straight and returning home, we all knew the Blackhawks would come out like bats out of hell. The Flyers game plan was to lay low and withstand Chicago’s barrage. They accomplished the former and failed miserably at the latter. Anytime you employ a passive approach in the playoffs you’re going to lose. Yes, had the Flyers been able to withstand Chicago’s attack and gotten through the first 13-16 minutes unscathed, they would have taken the momentum. But that’s a big risk and one not worth taking in game 5 of the Stanley Cup Finals. Philadelphia should’ve pressured the Blackhawks from the start. Had the Flyers struck first, the pressure on Chicago would have increased substantially (already lost two straight, losing early in front of home crowd). Instead, the Flyers gave them a free pass to do as they pleased in the game’s first 15 minutes. A 2-0 Chicago lead ensued and the shell-shocked Flyers allowed that lead to swell to 3-0 heading into the first intermission. The passive approached failed. Watch Chicago tonight, I doubt they’ll make the same mistake and allow the Flyers to dictate the tempo. Instead, they’ll attack with the same tenacity they started with in game 5 and put the pressure on the Flyers to survive.

Their approach wasn’t the only issue the Flyers experienced in game 5. Their lack of physicality was also appalling. Somewhere, Bobby Clarke was throwing his dentures at the wall. Chicago took it to the Flyers all game long, relentlessly pounding on the lifeless Flyers. At no point in the game did I feel that the Flyers, or any single player, stood up to the Blackhawks. Technically, the Flyers never gave up, but their play and lack of gusto indicated they knew winning wasn’t an option. I’m fine with the Flyers losing game 5. Losing happens, but for the love of all that is sacred in Philadelphia Hockey, please hit someone while you’re losing.

Speaking of a lack of physicality, I would like to welcome back Simon Gagne. I’m not sure who was masquerading as Gagne in the Boston and Montreal series’, but the real Simon Gagne has returned. Other than an easy goal in garbage time (a result of a great play by Claude Giroux nonetheless), Gagne has been invisible this series. He’s avoided contact, has had little impact offensively, and put up a -5 in the plus/minus ratio. Don’t worry though, Gagne’s not alone. Jeff Carter (-5) and Mike Richards have also no-showed in the Stanley Cup Finals. Carter can’t score unless the goalie’s on the bench and Richards has struggled immensely – not exactly what you’re looking for from your captain. However, I will take complete blame for Mike Richards’ play. I got so carried away with his 2010 playoff performance that I mentioned him in the same sentence as Steve Yzerman and Joe Sakic. Whoops. Based on his play in the Stanley Cup Finals, that would be equivalent to comparing Colin Farrell and Morgan Freeman. So, I’m sorry Mike. I didn’t mean to put the kibosh on your great playoff run. While you’ve tremendously sucked, you’ve at least continued to hustle. Unfortunately, when you’re the captain of a Stanley Cup contender, trying just isn’t enough. Production is necessary. One goal, one assist, and a plus/minus of -6 isn’t hacking it.

There is good news though…

The extra day of rest between games 5 and 6 obviously benefits both teams, but it’s a greater advantage to the Flyers. After a whipping like the one they experienced in game 5, an extended rest is key to forgetting and moving on. That extra day allows Philadelphia more time to digest where they failed (almost everywhere) and regain their focus. More importantly, it also slows the momentum Chicago generated with their game 5 victory. The extra day won’t win game 6 but it certainly doesn’t hurt the Flyers’ chances.

The extra day will be especially nice for Chris Pronger. I’m not talking about recovery though because we know Pronger doesn’t need rest like normal humans. No, the extra day gives Pronger more time to stew. Pronger is angry. His performance in game 5 was as bad as I’ve ever seen him play. He knows this. Pronger isn’t as mean as he was when paired with slap shot extraordinaire, Al MacInnis on the St. Louis Blues in the ‘90s, but I expect him to rekindle some of that aggression and bludgeon people in game 6. If you’ve seen any of his appearances since game 5’s disaster, it’s obvious he’s locked in. Pronger’s endurance and consistency have made him a hockey legend; there’s no way he bombs again in game 6. It’s also worth noting that some dope at the Chicago Tribune thought it’d be a good idea to put Pronger’s upper body on top of a female figure skater’s legs with the title “Chrissy Pronger.” (See it here. You stay classy, Chi-town.) While Pronger won’t publicly discuss the picture, you can bet he’s seen it. Pronger’s awful game 5, playoff experience, mean streak, and the picture in the Tribune have all been simmering for that extra day. In just a few hours Pronger will unleash that stew of rage on the Blackhawks. I can’t wait.

The extra day is nice and Chris Pronger’s play will certainly be inspiring, but the most comforting part about the Flyers’ situation is this: Been there, done that. Wednesday’s game 6 will be the fifth time in the 2010 Stanley Cup Playoffs that the Flyers will compete in an elimination game. Thus far, they’re 4-0. The Flyers recognize the pressure, understand the moment, and know how to succeed. If there’s one thing you can say about this group it’s that they’ll never stop competing. Even in game 5 they continued to compete. (I still don’t think they thought they could win, but they competed nonetheless.) You really can’t ask for more from the team you support. To recap; elimination game experience, a relentless attitude, at home? Yes, I like the Flyers chances to return to Chicago.

1. The Flyers are in desperate need of a LeBron James, Manu Ginobili, or Dwayne Wade type player – someone who can finish around the net. The Flyers dominated the last 30 minutes of game 2 and have nothing to show for it. The opportunities were there, they just couldn’t convert. There are times when the opposing goalie is to blame for such misfortune. This was not one of those times. Sure, Antti Niemi was very good on Monday night, but he wasn’t exactly standing on his head to stop pucks. The Flyers were simply struggling to score. Bouncing pucks, poor angles, shot location; whatever it was, it haunted the orange and black all night. Simon Gagne’s wrister from 12 feet with under a minute remaining was a perfect example of the Flyers making Niemi’s job easy (great scoring chance, poor shot, easy save). The offense is getting their chances. They’re simply not converting.
2. Someone please stop Marian Hossa.  Seriously, please? While he tends to disappear in the finals, Hossa’s clearly locked in this year. (By the way, how bad is it when someone praises you for FINALLY playing well in the Stanley Cup Finals after sucking in the previous TWO? Not exactly a ringing endorsement for consistency. It’d be like throwing BP a party when/if ever they FINALLY control the oil leak. Now back to business…) When Hossa’s on his game he’s an offensive wizard. Leaving him alone in space and allowing him to facilitate will only bite you in the rear. Hopefully a goal, two assists, and a plethora of scoring chances in the first two games of the series have the Flyers prepared for his wizardry in game 3.
3. The Flyers went into game 2 intent on establishing themselves as the more physical team. They accomplished as much for most of the first period. However, as the game progressed it was the Blackhawks doling out the hits. This is bad. It’s one thing for the Blackhawks to be the faster, quicker team, but to allow them to win the physical battle is unacceptable. Philadelphia coach, Peter Laviolette inserted tough guy Danny Carcillo into the lineup for game 2 to add a physical presence and set a tone that would favor the Flyers. Carcillo hit everything that moved (and didn’t move-he landed a few hits on the boards), including teammate Jeff Carter. Unfortunately, the Flyers’ physical play tailed off as the game continued and Chicago’s physical play increased. Allowing Chicago to set the physical tone will never benefit the Flyers. Philadelphia must, must, must use their size and physicality to control the game, especially on the defensive end. It will take 60 minutes of physical hockey for the Flyers to climb back into this series, not 20.
4. Laviolette has brilliantly pulled all the right strings this postseason, but he may have finally outsmarted himself. Granted, I liked adding Carcillo’s energy to the lineup for game 2 but throwing him on the top line for the first period was a head scratcher. Early on Carcillo was too focused on killing someone than playing hockey. As he settled down, he struggled offensively. If you don’t believe me, total up his ice time in the 3^rd period. If it’s more than two minutes, I’ll send you your favorite candy bar. Carcillo is a lightning rod that will add a spark, but he won’t win the Flyers the Stanley Cup. He’s “Portman” from the Mighty Ducks; big, mean, and fearless. Unfortunately, those are his best attributes. When the Flyers started controlling the game and creating consistent scoring chances, Gagne was back with Richards and Carter. Carcillo was on the pine. Keep it simple, Mr. Laviolette. Just keep it simple.
5. The Blackhawks top line of Jonathan Toews, Patrick Kane, and Dustin Byfuidffbjfdbdfshglien has yet to impact the series. Combined, they’ve totaled one measly point. As pleased as the Flyers should be with their effectiveness in shutting down Chicago’s top line, it must also be discouraging to see that their efforts have had no affect on the series scoreboard. Regardless, Philadelphia must continue to control the speed of Toews and Kane, and prevent Byfuglien from setting up shop in front of the net – something Chris Pronger has had success with thus far.
6. Speaking of Chris Pronger: He’s a real treat. Pronger took a beating today from Yahoo! Sports columnist Greg Wyshynski for being “childish” and “unsportsmanlike.” All reasonably fair shots. However, this is the Stanley Cup Finals and Pronger has long been one of the most hated players in the NHL, so I’m pretty sure he doesn’t care. If taking the puck after each game so that the Blackhawks can’t treasure it is something he feels needs to be done, then so be it. I trust that Pronger knows exactly what he’s doing. Every one of his moves is calculated. Every move has a purpose. Even if it’s just to antagonize an opponent or draw the attention away from his young team.
7. Finally, I think it’s time for a fight. Can we please see a fight? The Flyers should set the tone early with a nice brawl Rocky V style. Not only will it energize the team but it will send the 20,000 fans inside the Wachovia Center into frenzy. There’s nothing Philadelphia fans love more than a fight. Take Craig Berube out of his suit and tie and put him out on the ice if need be. I know he won’t hesitate to go toe to toe with anyone. The Flyers need a kick in the pants. A fight early in game 3 will do the trick. (Also, I was disappointed by the way the referees handled game two. The game began with a high level of feistiness. After a chaotic game one, the two teams appeared to have settled in, both in play and their disdain for each other. Hockey is at its best when two teams don’t like one another. I felt the referees got a little too involved in limiting the extracurricular activities after the whistle. I for one like that stuff. All year hockey is full of fights and post whistle facial massages. Now the playoffs are here and the referees want it to disappear? This is who you are, NHL. Embrace it. Don’t run from it.)

There we are. Seven things the Flyers can do to make sure they go to sleep on Wednesday with renewed life in the Stanley Cup Finals. If they fail and fall beyond 0-3, we’ll be praying for another miracle. And lightning never strikes twice.

The playoffs are where dollars are earned, careers are altered, and legends are born. He’s only 25, but Mike Richards’ 2010 postseason performance has sent him down a career-altering path – one that may even make him a legend.

Let’s not kid ourselves. Richards doesn’t have the explosiveness of Alexander Ovechkin or the offensive brilliance of Sydney Crosby. At 5’11 and 195 lbs., he’s not an overwhelming physical presence either. Richards’ greatest attributes are his grit and the balance of his game – he can score, he can facilitate, and he’s as good a defensive center as there is in the NHL. While he’ll never lead the league in goals or points, he will make your offense, defense, and ultimately, your team, better.

If you were to read the previous paragraph in February or March, you would’ve either laughed or assumed I was on drugs. The Flyers were reeling at the time, and Richards was finishing up his worst full season as a Flyer. His assists were down, his plus/minus was negative, and his leadership was in question. The questions were well deserved too.

Since becoming captain, Richards’ Flyers have underachieved. In 2009 they were bounced in the first round of the playoffs to the Pittsburgh Penguins. This season, the Flyers were a roller coaster; hot at times and brutally awful at others, especially late in the season. Injuries were a major reason for their inconsistent play, but weathering the long NHL season is a key role of being a captain. The Flyers looked dogged and Richards’ reign as Flyers captain was in serious jeopardy. That was then.

This is now. As I mentioned a couple of weeks ago, the playoffs have been Mike Richards’ coming out party. Not as a hockey player though, as a captain. We’ve all known how talented a hockey player he is. The Flyers organization knew as much when they signed him to a 12 year contract two years ago. However, it wasn’t until the past few weeks that we’ve finally gotten to see what Mike Richards looks like as a captain…and the view is encouraging.

Night in and night out of the 2010 playoffs he’s been the Flyers most consistent player. He rallied the team from 0-3 to defeat Boston and was the most outstanding player in the Eastern Conference Finals (no official award, just my opinion). When the Flyers clinched the series in Game 5, there were three signature moments that epitomized just how far Philadelphia’s young captain had come.

The first was the shorthanded goal to combat the Canadiens onslaught early in the first period. Richards dashed to the puck from his own blue line in an effort to beat Montreal goalie, Jaroslav Havlak. Richards dove to play the puck, collided with Havlak, and then jumped to his feet to put the puck in the net. Two things: First, as previously mentioned, the Flyers were shorthanded. Many players would have accepted the clear and either ended their shift or sat back for the next attack. Richards saw an opportunity and went for it. There’s a reason he’s regarded as the best penalty killer in the league. Second, it was a huge, huge goal. The Canadiens were flying at that point. They were already up 1-0 and threatening on the power play. Richards’ hustle and subsequent goal deflated Montreal. In fact, they didn’t find any kind of rhythm again until late in the 3^rd period. Richards’ gritty goal swung the momentum in dramatic fashion.

Before continuing, let’s take a look at where Richards’ career could be heading. His crisp pass from behind the Canadiens’ goal to Jeff Carter for a 3-1 advantage in the second period provided a nice window into the future. It was a spectacular play by Richards on many levels – positioning, awareness, puck control, passing – it was all there. This is what I love about him. His ceiling is extremely high. We could easily have the next Steve Yzerman/Joe Sakic –esque player on our hands. Yes, both are NHL legends, but Richards has the potential and especially the heart to reach that level. We didn’t know this two months ago. If he can sustain his will and effort, the next decade of Philadelphia hockey should be fun. Even if he doesn’t reach the level of Yzerman and Sakic, he’s already a Michael Peca type player. Peca was a gritty captain for the Buffalo Sabres in the late ‘90’s. He guided Buffalo to a Stanley Cup appearance and was the league’s best defensive center and penalty killer (sound familiar?) as well as an amazing leader. So either way, Richards is heading down a nice path. But I digress.

The second moment was the empty net goal to clinch the series. I know right? An empty net goal? Really? Really. I remember watching the puck bounce to the boards as I thought to myself, “Do it, Mike. Go for it.” (Because you know, we’re on a first name basis.) Richards went for the puck and completely outworked Roman Hamrlik for a good 10 seconds before somehow getting the puck over to Carter who flushed it home. It was one of those moments where one player simply wanted it more. Richards shoved, clawed, and scrapped his way to the puck and wouldn’t stop until he got his result. It was only an empty net goal, but thanks to Richards’ efforts and the prize of going to the finals, 20,000+ fans cheered euphorically as if the goal had just delivered the Stanley Cup itself. Captains must first lead on the ice to have a voice in the locker room. Out-willing the Canadiens on that play was a clear example of Richards’ desire to win. It was more than just an empty net goal. It was a statement. Don’t think his teammates didn’t take notice.

And finally, the trophy presentation. A subtle yet obvious demonstration of how far Richards has come as a captain. In the NHL, any touching/grabbing/celebrating of the conference championship hardware is taboo. The captains of winning teams normally smile for a nice picture and skate away. It’s their way of saying, “this isn’t what we’ve come for.” Last year, Sydney Crosby broke tradition and touched the Prince of Whales Trophy that is given to the Eastern Conference Champion each year. On Monday night, Richards boldly and without hesitation, grabbed the trophy, smiled for a photo, and hoisted the trophy above his head. It was a clear display of Richards’ confidence. I know the tradition, but I know we decide who brings home the Cup, not superstitions. This doesn’t matter. Can I prove this is what was going through his head? Absolutely not. However, watch the clip of the presentation again. Richards has a smirk on his face the whole time. That confident glow is special.

Six months ago Richards was feuding with the local media about his leadership capabilities. Now he’s leading the Flyers into the Stanley Cup Finals. After Richards raised the Whales Trophy over his head, the Flyers’ captain promptly skated off the ice toward the Philadelphia locker room. His teammates followed, hoping their captain will bring them another piece of hardware, one where their names will be inscribed for eternity.

To start, the playoffs happened. While cliché, the playoffs really are an entirely new season. The Flyers, Washington Capitals, and Montreal Canadiens have all proven as much. The Flyers spent most of the 2009-2010 season overcoming injuries and fighting off accusations of locker room issues. Instead of folding and looking toward next year, the Flyers regrouped to become the grittiest team in the Stanley Cup Playoffs. They erased the overwhelmingly favored New Jersey Devils with relative ease in round one, and followed that up by treating fans to one of the greatest comebacks in history. Overcoming a three games to none deficit is an amazing accomplishment. We could spend 1,200 words describing such a feat. As enjoyable as that may be, let’s focus on what enabled the Flyers to pull off the greatest comeback the NHL has seen in thirty years.

As previously mentioned, the Flyers have overcome a rash of injuries, both in the regular season and the playoffs. They’ve essentially advanced to the Eastern Conference Finals with two goalies that were each listed as the team’s third goalie at one point this season. The Flyer’s top scorer and most lethal offensive threat (Jeff Carter) struggled through a rough year and was essentially lost for the playoffs early in the first round. Another offensive threat and veteran leader was also injured for a chunk of the playoffs and just recently returned to action. With or without those injuries, the Flyers are hardly one of the NHL’s elite squads anyway (as far as talent is concerned). Ask any NHL fan from outside the Delaware Valley to name two players from the Philadelphia Flyers and they’ll respond, “Chris Pronger” and “Ron Hextall.” The Flyers aren’t laden with superstars or marquee players. They’re a hardworking, resolute group that have found their groove at the right time, and refuse to roll over when logic tells them they should. (This was perfectly exemplified in game 4 when the Bruins tied the game in the final minutes to force overtime. Most teams down 0-3 in that situation close up shop. The Flyers outplayed Boston in overtime to stay alive and momentum shifted to the Flyers. Tying the game late and then losing was the worst possible scenario for Boston. It gave too much confidence to Philadelphia and deflated Boston more than an outright loss would have. All the pressure immediately shifted to Boston. They never recovered.) Like the city they represent, these Flyers are fighters. They’re Rocky Balboa, Vince Papale, and Bobby Clarke all wrapped into one.

While noble, overcoming injuries and playing with heart isn’t enough to win in the playoffs. An unheralded complementary cast is necessary to succeed. Scottie Hartnell and Claude Giroux won’t make Sportscenter’s Top Plays on a nightly basis, but they will make a difference in a long series. TNT’s basketball analyst, Doug Collins often uses the term, “50/50” plays. These are the small plays that appear insignificant but ultimately decide a series. Obviously, they’re referred to as 50/50 plays because they’re entirely up for grabs. These plays aren’t given freely though, they’re earned. Hustle, hard work, determination, and grit win most 50/50 plays. Hartnell and Giroux have provided the Flyers with an overwhelming majority of 50/50 plays. Giroux has an uncanny ability to find the open man and create offense, while Hartnell has thrown his body around to clear a puck, insight some energy, and even score a significant goal when needed. These guys are pocket knives. Whatever you need from them, they’re willing and able to provide it. You can’t win in the playoffs without “pocket knife” players.

In addition to the pocket knives, a successful playoff team requires heroic performances. Even though he looks as if he skates in mud through open ice, Chris Pronger has proven his worth throughout these playoffs. He’s big, mean, and more importantly, the reason Flyer goalies have had mostly clear views of the shots coming their way. Pronger clears the front of the net like a plow, and he isn’t afraid to deliver or absorb a severe blow in the process.

On the offensive end, the Flyers are getting “who are you, and what did you do with your old self?” performances from Danny Briere and Simon Gagne. Fittingly, both players have been tagged as career underachievers for the Flyers. In the second round especially, Briere and Gagne have carried the scoring load. Both scored goals at critical junctures of the series. Gagne returned from injury to net the overtime game winner to avoid the sweep in game four, and then sealed the series with his late 3^rd period goal in game 7. Briere has scored big goals throughout the series as well and has also been a catalyst for the Flyers offense. It took awhile, but Briere is finally playing like the player the Flyers thought they were getting when they plucked him from Buffalo three years ago.

Even more critical to the Flyers success is the character of the team. The Flyers never stop fighting, always play with urgency, and never believe they’re finished. These characteristics are all a direct reflection of leadership. In hockey terms, the Flyers’ captain is a bad man. That man is Mike Richards. Over the past two seasons, Richards has received harsh criticism for his leadership skills-he’s not tough enough, not focused, stays out too late, etc… Well guess what? When your team claws its way back from a 0-3 deficit to win a seven game series, that means your captain knows what he’s doing, and he’s doing it well.

Great athletes rise from adverse situations. It took Richards some time to figure out his role as captain, but he’s certainly responded to that call now. Watch any Flyers game over the past month and one player will stick out. He’s the player that goes all out for an entire shift. He scores, he facilitates, he defends, he fights, he hits, and he’s the fiercest player on the ice. For lack of a better term, he RUMBLES. Now look at that man’s number; it’s number 18. Mike Richards has grown into the leadership role the Flyers knew he was capable of when they slapped that “C” on his sweater. He couldn’t have picked a better time.

The Flyers playoff run is full of feel-good stories and obviously, a historic revival. They discarded long time nemesis Martin Brodeur and the New Jersey Devils in round one, poetically fought off a 0-3 series deficit to win game seven 4-3 after trailing 0-3 early in the first period, and have managed to gain home ice for the conference finals as a seventh seed. It’s a great story. Now here’s the inconvenient truth of the situation; if the Flyers don’t win the Stanly Cup, or at the very least advance to the Cup Finals, it will all be mostly forgotten.

I know, I know, you’re angry and think I’m wrong. Settle down and listen. It’s not fun, but this is the way sports work. If the Boston Red Sox don’t go on to win the 2004 World Series after storming back from 0-3 against the Yankees, do we remember that comeback like we do today? No, not really. Maybe we remember the comeback, but it’s severely watered down. Look at 4^th and 26. It was/is perhaps the greatest play in NFL playoff history. Unfortunately, the miraculous fourth down conversion is mostly ignored in the sports world because the Eagles wet the bed against Carolina in the NFC Championship. If a title doesn’t follow a great playoff moment, that moment is ultimately for naught. It’s a harsh reality, but also very true.

Right now the Flyers’ second round comeback against the Boston Bruins is historic. For it to become legendary, a parade down Broad Street must ensue. We remember the Red Sox’s rally in the ALCS because they won the World Series. We adore Rocky’s determination and toughness because he eventually took down Ivan Drago. Without a Stanley Cup, we’ll have a nice story and fond memories of the 2010 Flyers, but nothing legendary.

Allow me to explain why with a few examples from the 2010 NBA and NHL Playoffs.

Obviously (as noted in my Alexander the Goat article a few weeks back), I believed the Washington Capitals deserved to be serenaded with boos. I would have even tolerated litter on the ice. Yes, throwing trash onto the ice is childish, illegal, and dangerous, but all three adjectives describe how most professional athletes behave in society anyway, so have at it. (Just kidding…about tolerating things being thrown onto the ice, not how athletes behave.) The Capitals deserved their fans’ disgust. Instead, they received a round of applause. Shame on you, Capital fans.

Yes, losing happens; it’s a part of sports. However, losing isn’t what requires booing, it’s the frequency and severity of losing that makes booing necessary. The Capitals have shriveled up and died in the playoffs for three straight years. When that happens, you boo…loudly, and you don’t stop until you’ve chased them off the ice. I even booed the Capitals and Alexander Ovechkin from my couch…and I’m a Flyers fan. The same formula should be applied to the New Jersey Devils. Another example of a regular season bully that goes M.I.A. come playoff time.

In the NBA playoffs, the Atlanta Hawks come to mind. No one expected the Hawks to beat the Orlando Magic in round two. However, Atlanta fans (and all basketball fans) were appalled at the lack of effort and intensity demonstrated by the Hawks. After being blown out by more than 40 points in the series opener, Atlanta responded by getting trounced in their next three outings and was swept from the playoffs. Sweeps happen. Getting beaten by a better team happens. Even getting blown out by a superior opponent is understandable, but to exert no effort and zero intensity is unacceptable, especially in the playoffs. The Hawks don’t really have a fan base, but the few fans they do have should still be booing.

As for the Cavaliers being booed by their own fans in what could have been LeBron’s final home game? I loved it. LeBron has held those fans hostage for the last two years. They’re scared to death about whether he’ll leave or stay. On Tuesday night, LeBron and the Cavaliers were so putrid that Cleveland fans finally stood up and said, ENOUGH! Even great players need to be told they stink from time to time. By booing LeBron, Cleveland may have pushed him away for good. If that’s the case, good for them. Any player that can’t take some boos, especially after a lousy game like that, doesn’t deserve the blind devotion that Cleveland has given to LeBron. Given is the key word. LeBron is a fantastic player, but he hasn’t earned anything yet. He has one NBA Finals appearance, no wins and zero championships. At this point, he owes Cleveland more than they owe him. Booing his lackadaisical effort on Tuesday night was the right call-we obviously want you to stay, but this is unacceptable. Cleveland’s season isn’t over, but sometimes a single game deserves a chorus of boos. Cleveland fans hit all the right notes on Tuesday night.

Let’s break it down in real world terms. If I have a great year at work, everyone loves me, and then I go on a two week stretch where I’m as worthless as Sammy Sosa without ‘roids, you better believe someone is going to say something. Why are fans supposed to ignore a sloppy two week stretch (at the most important time of the year nonetheless)? Because the team gave us an enjoyable regular season? No thank you. The greatest thing about “sports” is its simplicity. Only one thing matters; championships. Fans aren’t rooting for a rosy regular season. We want titles. Obviously, the season(s) building up to that title are appreciated and celebrated, but once a team gets stagnant in that pursuit (Capitals, Atlanta Hawks), fans get fed up.

The Philadelphia Eagles epitomize stagnant. Philly fans loved the early 2000’s as Donovan McNabb and the birds rose to prominence. We didn’t boo when the Giants beat us in the Divisional Round or when St. Louis squeaked out a win in the Conference Championship. Losing is an integral part of winning. However, once the Eagles dropped three consecutive NFC Championships (two to lesser opponents), the natives got restless. A half-decade later, we’re still restless. The Eagles have been running in place since the Patriots won Super Bowl XXXIX.

To further prove that losing doesn’t always deserve booing, let’s look at the Philadelphia Flyers and Oklahoma City Thunder. The Flyers were down 0-3 in a seven game series to the Boston Bruins. They’ve since battled back to tie the series at three. Let’s pretend the Flyers were swept by the Bruins in four games, the final loss coming at the Wachovia Center. I’m almost certain the Philadelphia crowd would have applauded the Flyers. They were overmatched, shorthanded, and battling injuries that plagued them all year. A sweep would have been disheartening, but no one could question the Flyers effort.

The same is true for the Thunder. In their first playoff appearance, the young Thunder went head to head to with the powerful Lakers and extended the series to six games. The Thunder played hard and attacked the favored Lakers, but still fell in defeat. Losing in the 2010 playoffs was an early step in building a successful team that should compete for the NBA title for years to come. Did the players want to lose? Of course not. Kevin Durant shrugged off talk of moral victories immediately after the series ended. When asked how he felt, he responded, “Like I just lost a playoff series.” I’m sure Durant understands getting postseason experience (even losing) is part of the process, but no player with aspirations for greatness would accept that as an excuse for defeat. The Thunder faithful clearly understood the situation. After game six the Thunder were treated to a rousing and well-deserved ovation from their crowd. The fans appreciated the team’s development over the past year and thanked them for their efforts and success. Now, if OKC is still getting bumped in the first round two years from now, you better believe those fans will start booing, and so they should.

Too conclude, I don’t have a problem with fans not booing. To boo or not to boo is a choice that every fan can make. However, if a multi-millionaire athlete isn’t giving his best effort in the playoffs; you better believe I’m going to let him hear about it. After all, I get scolded at work if I misread a zip code.

As far as being a truly great player, Alexander Ovechkin isn’t there yet. I’m beginning to question if he’ll ever get there. Sure, Ovechkin is one of, it not the most talented player in the NHL. Despite his abilities and personal accolades, Ovechkin hasn’t accomplished a darn thing. His Washington Capitals have underachieved in the playoffs every year. In 2008 they fell in the first round to the Philadelphia Flyers. In 2009 the Capitals blew a 2-0 lead and were eliminated by the Pittsburgh Penguins in round two. This year, Ovechkin’s Capitals choked away a 3-1 first round lead to the Montreal Canadiens. What’s worse, the Capitals were the higher seed in every one of those series. Losing is one thing. Losing as the favorite in three consecutive postseasons raises a lot of questions.

When you’re the best player on a team, the blame falls on your shoulders. That’s the way sports work. Great players receive the praise after success and absorb the backlash after failure. The inconsistency of the Capitals’ offense in the first round is irrelevant, as is the subpar goaltending. All that matters is that Alex Ovechkin is out of the playoffs before May for the second time in three years. He hasn’t even tasted a Conference Final yet. For a player that is supposed to be a superstar, that’s not getting it done.

Once is an accident. Twice is a coincidence. Three times is a trend. Add the embarrassing Olympic performance, and it’s clear Ovechkin hasn’t learned how to elevate his team(s) to greatness…something all great players must do. Ovechkin has the talent. That much is clear. There’s also no doubt he could be a legend like Steve Yzerman, Kobe Bryant, and Tom Brady. However, until he wins, he’ll be flirting with a legacy more similar to Eric Lindros’, Karl Malone’s, and Donovan McNabb’s. All great players, but all shared one common fate; zero championships.

Ovechkin is still young and time is certainly on his side. The early results just aren’t very encouraging. Sidney Crosby currently has one Stanley Cup and one Gold Medal to Ovechkin’s playoff collapses and embarrassing Vancouver performance. Fair or not, Ovechkin is already to the point of his career where his success each season will be judged solely on postseason results. He’s proven he can win the scoring titles, MVP’s and every other personal accolade. What we need from him are victories as spring turns to summer. Oveckin will now have to wait another year to prove he’s more than a regular season superstar. I’ll certainly be waiting.

(Now, if you’re looking for someone else to blame for Washington’s failure, I would be willing to pass some blame on to the Capitals’ fans. After blowing a 3-1 lead and being eliminated by an eighth seed, the Washington fans celebrated their team as they skated around the ice with sticks raised high. Excuse me? Your team just bowed out of the playoffs early for the third straight year to a team that scored more than 100 fewer goals than them. Booing would be the appropriate response. Gosh, if that happened in Philadelphia, the Flyers would know better than to hang around after the customary handshake line. Boos would be the least of their worries. Beer, trash, and maybe some batteries would probably be showered upon the underachieving Flyers. It’s not the fans fault that Ovechkin hasn’t led his team beyond the second round, but celebrating and accepting the team’s failure won’t increase the urgency or motivate the organization to get it together. Remember, being a fan means playing the tough love card from time to time. I know it’s hard but it’s necessary and also part of the job. If you can’t handle it, either stop being a fan or move to Philadelphia for any sports season and you’ll catch on quickly. We’ve mastered the tough love role.)

(Real quick. Here’s my explanation for the recent lack of content… Apparently being unemployed creates a bizarre paradox. While I have a significant amount of time, my brain struggles to focus on anything other than finding a job. Thus, I have been unable to access the creative/writing side of my brain for the past ten days. Therefore, I forced myself to stay awake into the early morning hours to see if creative thought would ensue from fatigue. Mission accomplished. Now onto my favorite athletes…)

As you will soon learn, Philadelphia athletes were excluded from this list because they’re obviously (for better or worse) my favorite athletes. Very few of them meet the criteria anyway (at least right now). Therefore, with the exception of Willie Green, they’ve been left out. Just Kidding … Wait, that’s confusing. Just kidding about Willie Green being included. Not kidding – Philly athletes were left out.

Baseball
Derek Jeter fulfills all the necessary requirements. However, I can’t pick a Yankee, even if he is, “The Captain.” Therefore, Albert Pujols is currently my player of choice. Like Jeter, Pujols rates extremely high in all categories on my checklist. Obviously, Jeter has more championships, but Pujols just turned 30, so there’s plenty of time for him to claim a couple more. Some may argue his “IT” level isn’t up to par with other baseball superstars. I think Brad Lidge would vehemently disagree.

Here’s what I love about Pujols: He can hit for power AND average. I get frustrated that Ryan Howard has only managed to do this once (his MVP season of 2006). I know Howard’s power numbers are ridiculous, but I can’t excuse his averages over the past three seasons (ok, his .279 in ’09 is acceptable). Pujols’ power numbers rival Howard’s and he hits at an average nearly 50-100 points higher. All while batting in a lineup significantly less potent than the Phillies’ stable of mashers. Again, I understand Howard’s power numbers are fantastic, but name two other players in the Cardinals’ batting order. You can’t, and Pujols still rakes in the RBI.

It gets better… Pujols doesn’t strike out. It would take over three full seasons for Pujols to strike out as many times as Howard does in one, yes one, season. Need further statistical evidence of his greatness? Pujols ranked in the top five in on base percentage (OBP) every year from 2003-2009 except one (8th in 2004), and was in the top five every year during that span in slugging percentage (SLG) and OPS (OBP and SLG combined). He’s an offensive machine that often gets overlooked for postseason awards because he’s unbelievably consistent. To top it all off, Pujols is an amazing talent at first base who baseball junkies say loses out on gold gloves because he lunges for, and sometimes boots balls that other first basement can’t make a play on. Do I wish he could steal 50 bases? Sure. Other than that, there’s not much else to ask for.

Football
What makes the NFL great is that a single player can’t carry a team to a championship. A quarterback can’t run an offense if he’s under heavy pressure. Wide Receivers can be double covered. Eight men in the box will slow down a stellar running back (LaDanian Tomlinson’s playoff career). An offense can easily avoid a defensive superstar if the unit surrounding him is average (Darrelle Revis vs. Colts in AFC Championship). In football, it’s hard for a single player to even influence every game unless it’s the quarterback. With that said, Tom Brady is my favorite NFL player that satisfies all five requirements. I don’t always root for him or his team, but I love everything about how he approaches the game.

His championships speak for themselves as do his multiple Super Bowl MVP awards. Brady’s clutch. If I had to select any quarterback for a 4th quarter drive to tie or win a game, I’m picking Brady. No question about it. You may argue for Ben Roethlisberger but I can’t put the game in his hands over Brady. (In fact, I wouldn’t put anything near Roethlisberger’s hands. He’s apparently too touchy-feely.) Peyton Manning was elevated to “clutch driver” status for two weeks following his dismantling of the Jets. Unfortunately, his horrendous 4th quarter in last month’s Super Bowl got him demoted. Now he’s beating Roethlisberger away with a pylon down on tier two. I digress.

Despite his ability to rise to the occasion, it’s Brady’s demeanor and style that I enjoy most. Only he and Manning will get into a receivers face over a dropped pass or blown route. I love this. Accountability among teammates is the most important foundation for championships. Brady demands perfection of himself and his teammates.

(*It was hard for me to go with Brady here. Brady went soft in 2009 – letting Moss pout all over the field while Welker killed himself week in and week out. He’s also never been the same since his knee injury. I was prepared to switch my allegiance to Manning but again, he Bill Bucknered the Super Bowl.)

Hockey
Alex Ovechkin is everything I hoped Eric Lindros would become. What Lindros often lacked (heart, grit); Ovechkin brings on a nightly basis. He also leads the NHL in points and goals. Ovechkin is an offensive force. Even better, he ranks first in plus/minus. Not only is he producing during his time on the ice, but he’s keeping his opponents off the board as well. When you’re getting that kind of production from one of the league’s premier players on both ends of the ice, you must be thrilled as a coach.

Qualification number one (too fly to try) doesn’t really apply to hockey players. When nine other skaters are flying around you at warp speed, it’s hard to be lazy without getting benched. However, anyone who’s watched Ovechkin knows his energy level and intensity is unmatched. He hits, defends, fights, and does whatever else is required to win. From everything I’ve read, his teammates love him too, and opposing fans despise him (always means you’re doing well).

Two concerns with Ovechkin. First, he’s young now, only 24, but will his body hold up for an extended career with his reckless style of play? I sure hope so. Everything I love about Alexander the Great is what I despise about Sidney Crosby. Cindy is always whining about something or antagonizing an opponent before scurrying back to his bench. Maybe my perception of Crosby is because I’m a Flyers fan. Maybe not. Either way, Sid the Kid is a fantastic hockey player. He’s also a gigantic pansy.

My second concern is Ovechkin’s response to the pressure of matching the successes of Crosby. Crosby now has a Stanley Cup and an Olympic Gold Medal. Crosby defeated Ovechkin in both tournaments en route to his titles. Will their rivalry push them both to greatness a la Bird and Magic, or will Crosby’s early success do irreparable damage to Ovechkin’s confidence a la the Jordan – Drexler battles in the early ‘90s? If Ovechkin and the Capitals fail to advance further than the Penguins or worse, lose to them again, will Ovechkin succumb to the pressure? While he’s yet to carry his team deep into the playoffs or anywhere near a championship, I believe Ovechkin has the intangible “IT.” Time will tell.

Like or not, the NHL rests on the shoulders of Ovechkin and Crosby. They are the league’s most marketable stars and are the most attractive playoff matchup the NHL has had in years. That, in addition to matching Crosby’s early success, is a lot of pressure for any 24 year old. Let’s hope he can handle it.

Basketball
Contrary to most NBA superstars, its Duncan’s skills and intelligence that set him apart from his peers, not his athletic ability. In fact, Duncan’s athleticism has all but abandoned him now. He labors up and down the court like my friend Brad after four hours of ball, dragging his knees behind him. Yet, he can STILL put up a 20 and 10 whenever he pleases. That’s right, whenever he pleases.

With Duncan, you won’t see gaudy numbers every night because he won’t force it, especially if his team doesn’t need him to. The stats don’t matter. His playing time doesn’t matter. Winning matters. Take the night of February 18, 2010 for example. Duncan and the Spurs starters were getting ripped by the Houston Rockets. Spurs coach Gregg Popovich went to his bench in the second half. San Antonio’s bench cut into the deficit and kept the team close, cutting the lead to 3 with less than ten seconds to go. Following the game, Duncan was asked about his playing time and the extensive playing time given to the bench. Duncan’s response?

“Our second unit did a good job getting us back into the game. The guys out on the court were the guys making the run. You don’t penalize them and take them out when the score gets close.”

You see, Duncan understands winning. He knows it’s not about him or his touches. Winning is about a cohesive unit where no player is more important than the next. This is why Popovich rips into Duncan at practice like he’s a rookie from the D-League. Duncan has no ego. He sets a precedent for his teammates – No one is above the team and everyone is subject to tough love from the coach. It’s no coincidence the Spurs have been one of the NBA’s elite teams over the past decade.

Watch Duncan play and you’ll appreciate him more and more. He’s a master of his craft. Annually, my brother and I see the Spurs when they visit Philadelphia. I spend most of my time watching Duncan’s every move and cursing the Sixers in-house announcer, Matt Cord. (Seriously, Matt, shut up.) Duncan boxes out with precision and his offensive moves are effective, even though mundane. He worked Samuel Dalembert over so many times that poor Sammy got himself a technical for screaming at the referee. Dalembert then went over to Duncan to say a few things. Duncan’s face didn’t change. On the very next play, he raised his right hand toward his point guard, received the ball, and drew another foul on Dalembert. Sammy went off, got ejected, and Duncan stood there in silence with a blank stare. Just another day at the office.

Duncan has the accolades and titles to further prove what a great player he is. He teammates love and respect him as evidenced in the way he puts his massive hands on their heads to congratulate or encourage them. They don’t shy away either, they embrace it. He’s the alpha wolf looking after his pack.

Duncan’s time in the NBA is winding down. I’m hoping he gives us another long playoff run before he hangs the shoes up for good. Regardless, the best power forward the NBA’s ever seen will be a tough act to replace on my favorite players list. After falling to the Spurs 90-87, in a game where Duncan struggled offensively but still grabbed 26 rebounds, Pacers guard, TJ Ford summed up Duncan in one sentence, “I don’t know too many guys in this league that can go 4-for-23 and still help his team win.” Neither do I TJ. Neither do I.

Feel the rhythm! Feel the rhyme! Get on up, its bobsled time! Bobsledders are essentially football players crammed into a little wagon traveling on ice. What’s not to like? The United States’ Four Man Bobsledding team was especially fun to watch and their gold medal ceremony was an awesome moment (seeing a macho man like Steve Holcomb overcome with emotion gave me tingles). Every four years I tune into bobsledding for one reason; Cool Runnings. My love for bobsledding began after seeing the remarkable story of the Jamaican bobsledders. Now, I sit and watch the Olympic Bobsled event for hours. The speed, anxious moments and breathtaking crashes make for intense viewing. NBC commentator John Morgan is fantastic also. He calls each run as if his life depends on whether or not the sled finishes within a certain time. My favorite call of the competition came during the United States’ third run – Seems like a slow track tonight! Oh Man! Look at that time! It’s a slow track!!! I think we’ve got a slower track!! He joins Gus Johnson and Kevin Harlan in my favorite announcers club.

My wife’s thoughts on the 2010 Olympics. After two weeks of competition, this was her favorite moment. She replayed the clip on our DVR several times before it hurt to laugh any more.

U.S Hockey. Ryan Miller won tournament MVP and rightfully so. The United States goaltender carried his team to the gold medal game. He was unbelievable. Unfortunately, as we’ve seen so many times in the NHL playoffs, it was a soft goal that ended his run and gave Canada the gold. Regardless, Miller was the United States’ hero. His performance gave the underdog Americans a shot at the gold medal. My favorite Miller moment came as the United States and Canada shook hands. Every Canadian player stopped to address Miller: Several players offered praises like, “You were amazing” or “Awesome job.” Some didn’t say anything. They simply shook their head and smiled (ultimate respect from an opponent). Despite the admiration, Miller never smiled. Not once. He wasn’t there to earn respect, prove his talent, get showered with accolades, or hear his contemporaries sing his praises. Miller was there for gold. Too many times we see athletes content with how much they accomplished individually even when their team failed. A gold medal was the goal. To Miller, no award or kind word could fill that void. That is the essence of a true champion.

As for the game; what an event. When played at its highest level, hockey is one of the most exciting sports on earth. The skill, speed, and blend of finesse and physicality cannot be matched.

The first ten minutes of the contest was an encouraging start. The United States outworked the more talented Canadians and sustained pressure that led to multiple scoring chances. Playing a gritty style of hockey gave the U.S. their best chance to win. The first twelve minutes proved as much. Unfortunately, a U.S. turnover deep in their own end handed the game’s first goal to Canada and all the momentum as well. Thanks to lazy U.S. back-checking and a fortuitous bounce, the Canadians extended their lead to 2-0 in the second period.

At this point, I’m getting frustrated. We are the United States of America for goodness sake. We invented the upset. The technique isn’t exactly the same as the one G. Dubb (George Washington) employed 235 years ago, but it’s similar, and we own the patent. The key, as always, is to out-grit the opponent. In hockey terms; crash the net, chase loose pucks, outwork, outhustle. Ultimately; want it more. For most of the first period, the United States did this. While they failed to score, they controlled the game and generated more legitimate scoring chances in those 12 minutes then they did in the next 45 minutes combined. The upset formula was working perfectly. Any sports fan knew it would because we’ve seen its effectiveness so many times before. The Giants knocked off the Patriots by hanging around and delivering consistent rib shots to the Patriots’ core (their offense). The 2004 Detroit Pistons defeated the heavily favored Lakers by literally pushing them around. If you’re the underdog and want to win, commit to your style of play and outwork the opponent.

Why did the U.S. change their approach? No idea, probably a combination of frustration and panic. Trailing by two goals to the best hockey team on earth is an understandable reason to press, but changing to finesse passing and trying to create perfect scoring opportunities did not favor the United States. After cutting Canada’s lead in half by throwing the puck at the net and letting their scrappiness create havoc, the United States inexplicably stayed with their finesse game. I was distraught. FINALLY, in the games closing minutes, the United States began firing the puck on goal and attacking. With 24 seconds remaining, Zach Parise tied the game and forced every Canadian to consider alcohol or narcotics.

Like any hockey overtime, the teams traded scoring opportunities until what appeared to be the most harmless threat ended this gold medal thriller. The U.S. took home another silver medal, reminding them once again they’re Canada’s little brother. What’s worse, of the players that were most impressive throughout this game and the entire tournament, none play for my Philadelphia Flyers. What’s “worser”, Sidney Crosby scored the tournament clinching goal. Worst. Case. Scenario. … By far.

(By the way, I had to explain to my wife that every single member of the Canadian team plays for an NHL franchise. She looked more betrayed than the U.S. junior hockey team when they learned Coach Bombay was dating the Iceland assistant. Sad moment.)

As a result of the Olympics, hockey has a great deal of momentum going forward. Hockey discussions can be overheard at sports bars, family events, and the sport has been incessantly referenced on social medal outlets like twitter and facebook. As the past two weeks have demonstrated, the talent and marketability is there for hockey to return to national prominence. The question is, will it? When Gary Bettman decided his league would do better on the Outdoor Life Network than the “Worldwide Leader in Sports,” he crippled hockey’s growth for years. I loved the Olympic tournament. Sadly, it may be the only taste of hockey I get until the 2014 Olympics or until Comcast opens up. Thanks, Gary.

Until 2014…

We’ve entered the black hole of the sports calendar. The Olympics saved us this year, but this is normally a period for reflection, planning, and complete and utter boredom. I’m going to pass some time, specifically three minutes of your time, by sharing how I choose my favorite athletes in the four major sports.

If you consider NASCAR one of those four (a reasonable argument), then I will quickly inform you that I only know the names of a few drivers, that Jimmie Johnson is on a tear similar to Michael Jordan’s early ‘90’s run, and that Toyota drivers are not permitted to pit until their gas pedal issues are resolved. That’s the extent of my NASCAR knowledge. I digress.

Wait, you actually have standards for your favorite players? Why yes, yes I do. In fact, I have specific criteria that must be met. Don’t laugh. If I’m investing my time and hitching my fan trailer to someone, I need to know he’s up to the task.  (Special thanks to my cousin Wayne who shared his input and inspired a future “athletes we like to hate” post coming soon.) Here’s my checklist:

1. Are they too cool to try/care? If so, then I don’t bother. This is like girls that smoke (when I was single, of course). Regardless of how attractive/rich/beautiful she was, smoking was not negotiable. Likewise, acting too cool to try/care is not negotiable. DeSean Jackson is flirting with joining Randy Moss, Terrell Owens, Jose Reyes, Manny Ramirez, Amare Stoudemire, and Richard Jefferson in the “too fly to try” crew. Trying/caring only in big games or when the score is close doesn’t count either. It’s all or nothing. I want guys diving after loose balls, sacrificing their bodies, and giving 110% despite the scoreboard. (Notice I couldn’t come up with any hockey players? Effort is what hockey is all aboot, err about.)
2. Is there enough talent? While I don’t need Michael Jordans, I do need to win games. A fourth string cornerback can work his tail off on special teams, but if he can’t shut down the opposition’s top receiver his effort is irrelevant. Effort is enough for his mom to love him. Not enough to be my favorite player.
3. Would I want to be his teammate? All personal preferences on this one. I can’t pledge my allegiance to a whiner (oops, sorry, didn’t see you there Cindy Crosby). Nor will I root for a “love me some me” egomaniac to succeed (how are you today, Terrell Owens). Finally, it would be impossible for me to support someone whose teammates can’t stand him (here’s to you, Wilt, Barry Bonds, yester year’s Kobe, and yet again, TO).
4. Does he have “IT”? “IT” can’t be taught or acquired. You either have it or you don’t. Tom Brady has it, Donovan McNabb does not. “It” is that uncanny ability to rise to the occasion. To overcome obstacles. To hoist a team on your shoulders and carry them to victory, or more importantly, championships. Derek Jeter, Martin Brodeur (shaking my head), Kobe Bryant, Ben Roethlisberger (I just threw up a little) and Dwyane Wade have this.
5. For who? For what? Seriously, Ricky Watters would like to know. I’ll defer to Aaron Rowand for this one. Take it away, Aaron. “For who? My teammates. For what? To win.” Well said.

That’s the current criteria. “For who? For what?” was the latest addition – added in 2007. The list is always changing, so I’ll update it as necessary. Remember, ask not what you can do for your favorite athlete, ask what your favorite athlete must do for you.

Who are my favorite players? Glad you asked…

…coming soon.

In my opinion, the Winter Classic is one of the top ten sporting events each year. Hockey … outside … snow surrounding the rink, what’s not to like? While the pre-game festivities were about 37 minutes longer than necessary, I enjoyed most of the hoopla. Bringing back legendary players, reliving the rivalry, and the whole growing up playing hockey on a frozen pond thing all contributed to a special atmosphere.

(By the way, the Winter Classic proves that sports should be played outdoors whenever possible, especially in cold weather. Football, playoff baseball, and the Winter Classic enjoy louder, more passionate crowds than basketball, indoor hockey, and summer baseball. Why? Because in most cases it’s absolute freezing outside. You can try this yourself if you’d like. Go outside and set up a chair in your backyard. Now just sit there for three hours. You’re angry and bitter cold within 45 minutes. Now do the same thing but instead of sitting there, bounce around and shout like an idiot. You’ll lose track of time. The only problem here is if your team is losing. Losing subtracts another 20 degrees from the air temperature. Almost like a wind chill, only it’s a losing chill. I digress.)

The Winter Classic is the NHL’s super bowl. For at least one day a year (actually part of one day), the NHL takes center stage. (If you were watching college football instead, then I’m sorry. Not sorry for asserting the NHL takes center stage. Sorry you were watching college football.) The Flyers-Bruins game was captivating from start to finish. The play was physical, scoring chances were abundant (yes, more goals wouldn’t have hurt), and we had suspense. Top that off with the steam from players’ breath and snow flurries; and you have yourself hockey heaven. I was giddy.

Since its inception three years ago, the Winter Classic has been a success. Yes, the ratings dipped this year, but I attribute that to New Year’s Day falling on a Friday. Most people usually sit around on the 1^st as they have work the next day. 2010 was different. Regardless, the NHL has its marquee exhibition and for the first time in nearly a decade, is prevalent. We can just sit back and watch the NHL take off, right? Wrong. The NHL still needs help to reclaim its place among the four major sports in the United States. Allow me to light the way.

• Eliminate inter-conference play. NHL hockey (like any sport) is at its best when intensity is high and rivals face off. No one cares to see how Pittsburgh fares against Nashville or Columbus. Fans want to see Sid the Kid battle the Capitals as often as possible. Put the Devils and Flyers on display more than six times each year. The league took steps to increasing intra-conference games a few years back, now it’s time to go all the way. It will take time for the rivalries to fully develop. However, as the teams play more frequently, the animosity will grow and fans will be treated to more intriguing matchups over the course of a season. The league isn’t exactly printing money either so the travel savings would provide an added benefit.
• Downsize and move some current teams to Canada. This just in; Canada likes hockey. Six franchises are not enough for a country that could sustain the entire NHL. I’m not the first to offer this solution, so I won’t pretend I’m a genius. If you were to poll 1,000 sports fans, how many of them could name the hockey teams in Atlanta, Columbus, or Nashville? Additionally, why in the world does Florida have two hockey teams? Snowmobile outfitters don’t set up shop in Arizona, nor do developers build outdoor spas in Minnesota. The NHL needs to embrace Abraham Lincoln’s spirit and emancipate most of the south from hockey. I’ll allow Florida one team, St. Louis to keep the Blues, the Hurricanes to stay in Carolina and maaaayyyybe give Texas a team. That’s five, possibly six teams to move north of the border. I’m in favor of downsizing as well. Although, I can’t imagine the NHL admitting they screwed up to that degree.
• Change the season entirely. Currently, the NHL’s Stanley Cup competes with the NBA playoffs and Major League Baseball. Until hockey regains its early ‘90’s status, this is a losing battle. Every sports nut like myself knows there is an enormous sports hole on the calendar; February to mid-March. The NHL needs to shorten its season to 60-70 games and start play in late August, putting the playoffs and finals in February and early March. Taking advantage of this gigantic lull would enable the NHL to garner more fans and, with the exception of NASCAR once a week, monopolize the sporting worlds’ interest. (Both college and professional basketball don’t heat up until mid-March and late April, respectively.) That’s not all. Scheduling the playoffs at that time would also allow the NHL to feature the Stanley Cup Finals OUTDOORS! Obviously, this would depend on the teams involved, but what a spectacle that would be. The NHL could save February for us all and return to national prominence at the same time.

Gary Bettman, I’m currently employed but I would be open to implementing these changes on your behalf. I can start immediately. No need to thank me either. For the first time in my entire life, I won’t have to sports-hibernate.